wind blew a wicked gale, scarifying the tops of knolls to the brown, dead grass, and filling the hollows flush with snow. At times, to keep from being blown over, it was necessary to lean against the gusts. Aladdin was conscious of not making very rapid progress, but there was something exhilarating in the wildness, the bitter cold, and the roar of the wind; it had an effect as of sea thundering upon beach, great views from mountain-tops, black wild nights, the coming of thunder and freshness after intense heat, or any of the thousand and one vaster demonstrations of nature. Now and again Aladdin sang snatches of song:
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight
In sunshine and shadow
Journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of El Dorado.
A gallant knight
In sunshine and shadow
Journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of El Dorado.
Or from "The Mole of Marimolena":
I was turning fifty-odd when the everlasting God
Smote a path of molten gold across the blue,
Smote a path of molten gold across the blue,
